My Boyfriend's Oranges Got Me Promoted

"Mom, this Saturday, Jeffrey wants to come over and meet you and Dad." On the other end of the line, my daughter Louisa's voice carried a careful, tentative note. Frieda was wiping down the TV stand with a rag when she heard it, and her hand went still. "Meet me? And he's coming empty-handed?" she asked bluntly, her tone giving away neither pleasure nor anger.